Still waiting for the Davies film to truly rip my heart out. This, as with his other work around this time, is less of a film and more of a collection of intangible memories, snapshots, hypnagogic moments, this time set in 40s America. Davies comments on small town Americas homogenous bible-thumping, book burning folk and how it drains life of any sort of wonder. His formalism highlights the distinct set of societal rules that ultimately lead protagonist David to resent the place, and only harbour any sort of connection with his aunt, played with a subtle, tired lugubriousness by Gena Rowlands. It’s a laconic whisper to get out and explore the world, and also to not kill yourself for a country that’s losing any sense of individuality, only there’s no definite light at the end of the tunnel, all you can do is ride an empty train and hope it takes you somewhere worthwhile.